Monday Prompt
Why Do You Think I Never Had Children?
I neglect and abuse my inner child!
The following is an actual conversation I had with my Inner Child in preparation for writing this post. These are her exact words. She watched me scribe them, correcting me when I tried to take short cuts. She wants you to know the whole story from start to finish. So here goes:
Inner Child (IC): Hey, we never get to play anymore. Drat! We used to go to Stagebridge and play clowns. I got to put on baggy pants, a silly tie, goofy glasses, and be Duddles. Duddles the Clown. I miss Duddles.
Adult Self AKA Me: I do too, Sweetie. She’ll come back. She’ll come back when it’s safe. When it’s safe to go to Stagebridge in person, at the church — not our Alameda church, but the big church across from Whole Foods. When we can play with all our other clown friends. There’s Thumper, remember Thumper?
IC: I miss Thumper. She’s so cool. And funny!
Me: We miss Thumper, especially cause she’s our teacher.
IC: Don’t forget our other clown friends, like Francesca and Lulu, and Boing-Boing. I love bouncing around with Boing-Boing. When can I —
Me: Hey, guess what? We have Duddles’ special clothes right here in this Trader Joe’s bag. We can…
